Eudaimonia
~ The birds all fall in accolades, on mornings in Central Virginia. Colorful chorals that escalade – pro forma, concerti, eudaimonia. On and on, no stoppage the song, way long when morning’s forgotten. All in all, a sound, a funk; melodious risings, to mountains! I might hear Thelonius Monk. […] Continue reading
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